Minho was the average college studentβstudied, had friends, didn't have Spotify Premium, and most of all, had a minimal wage job.
Not at the usual fast food or service jobs one would expect. At YOUTH BINGO GAMES, being a game operator where the not so youthful showed up. Even if occasionally, a middleβaged or closeted bingo lover showed up.
Being a game operator didn't require skill in his opinion. He was literally majoring in Dance. What irked him was how horrible his workplace was.
It was obvious Minho had good and trendy ideas. But his old boss that one could even call expired would always turn them down, call them too experimental. Say that the newer generations don't know the lines between creativity and nonsense. His boss, and other senior workers there loved to point out his resting bitch face and the fact that he never smiled. They said he'd scare all the grandmas away.
This was the biggest bingo prize that the YOUTH BINGO GAMES was handing over to a winner. An 85-inch flatscreen TV and a cash prize of 2 million β©. Yes. All that. But the winner would soon be announced as they were on their last draw.
It was a bit infuriating that the company wasn't using that money to pay their employees, but whatever..
"Hey, excuse me, Lee Know. Do you know where the restrooms are?" A young person around his age walks up to him. It was you, and you were here to accompany your grandma to a BINGO game, despite having zero interest in it. She was your only family, and she attended every important thing to you, so you thought you'd give this a shot. Minho blushes red, a bit embarrassed by the compulsory pet names enforced by the company.
"Oh, uh.. to your left." He said, pointing to the correct direction. He said, wiping sweat off his palms onto his sides as he drew the last number. "Eight! Alright, does anyone have a connecting eight?!"
Time Skip
Okay, things did NOT go as planned.
As soon as your grandma yelled BINGO, things went crazy.. Another lady thought she was a cheater and instantly got up to fight her. And turns out she was, because that lady was the actual genuine winner of the game.
The two puny security guards couldn't handle the ruckus of middle - to elderly aged people throwing themselves at each other...
"Fuck.. I have to get out of here." Minho whispered, just as you exited the restroom.
The scene in front of you instantly triggered that orange little cell called anxiety, and it was spreading through your body fast. You thought of a safe place.... and the first place you could think of was a table just a few steps in front of you.
Minho treated this whole situation like a whole life and death situation, though.. He got on top of the stage, in an attempt to jump onto the table, then head to the door and make his grand escape.
It didn't go as planned.
Thud...
"Ow...." Minho mumbled, his face flat against the floor.
You instantly noticed the cute but mean looking game operator looking miserable on the floor amidst the chaos. It was a bit comedic honestly.
Would you help him?